Author's Note: Hi everyone! I decided to post my other WoW fanfic on here. If you haven't read Of War, the ending to this one may be confusing, but please check both out! This one is finished in writing, it just needs to be published; Of War is still finishing up it's story too so they will both sort of fit together that way. I hope you guys check both out and enjoy it! While I haven't read through these in a while, I'm happy to continue the story; this one is actually a year old so I will be publishing chapters as often as I can. That being said, the way it plays out is already set in stone! :) So... Yeah! Have fun!
Prologue
"Cursed?" Ayysa Darkmoon cried into the dark night. "What do you mean I've been cursed?" she screamed into the void. She had only been following her orders; go into the demon's lair and find out what had been causing the recent storms. She'd found the corrupted creature, but what she hadn't planned on was the mistress; a succubus kissed by far too much of Mannoroth's blood. She had read that in history, Mannoroth's blood was the reason for the corruption of the orcs. It was said to drive creatures crazed with blood shed. And while demons were said to arise from his blood alone, she'd never seen a cannibalistic demon that had drank her father's blood and become the creature that stood before her now.
She knew that succubae where very dangerous when it came to women; they grew jealous and were prone to kill on the spot. These particular demons also happened to be a favorite of the demon lords and were normally found to be mistresses. This particular one, she recognized, was not only furious, but clever. "Kaldorei, Child of the Moon, Night Elf." She spat. "You're lifespan can last to see centuries turn, but how will you feel once I've whittled it away?" A purple light had rushed in her direction from where she'd last seen the succubus; it had only recently turned so dark.
Ayysa threw one of her small daggers in the direction that the light had come. From what she gathered, she'd missed. Surely, taking down the lord that had resided in this cave had been quite a feat, but having to deal with an angered mistress seemed to be an even harder one when she considered her exhaustion. But she knew something was wrong; why would the creature go so far as to curse her if she were to kill the night elf anyways? Because she knows she cannot beat me... It is a losing match for her... She realized with a start.
The creature tackled her. "How does only fifty years sound little elf?" Before Ayysa could scream in protest, the creature jabbed her sharp nails into the night elf's stomach and screeched as the monster seemed to physically reduced her lifespan. She could take all of them, but she won't. She wants me to suffer long after she's dead. That's what succubae do... She screamed as she brought her dagger down upon the creature's head. It stumbled back and laughed on last final remark. "Too late elf. You're just as good as any young-blood."
As it stumbled to the ground, Ayysa noticed the light of the cave exit. She slid down the cold, uneven cave wall and held the spot where the succubus had hit. Had the creature really had the ability to drain the years one had left physically? She had no reason to lie. And she had no reason to not kill the elf right away. Tears welled in her eyes; this elf had no more than fifty years left to live. Out of all the elves that wanted to keep their long lifespans, she was most definitely the one who wanted to maintain it the most. "No..." she cried, knowing her fate was sealed.